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15 All who pass along the way
    clap their hands at you;
they hiss and wag their heads
    at daughter Jerusalem:
“Is this the city that was called
    the perfection of beauty,
    the joy of all the earth?”(A)

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For her wound[a] is incurable.
    It has come to Judah;
it has reached to the gate of my people,
    to Jerusalem.(A)

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Footnotes

  1. 1.9 Gk Syr Vg: Heb wounds

15 Is this the exultant city
    that lived secure,
that said to itself,
    “I am, and there is no one else”?
What a desolation it has become,
    a lair for wild animals!
Everyone who passes by it
    hisses and shakes the fist.(A)

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